Proof I should Have Slept

I wrote a novel about a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again in my sequel,
Oh how I wish he'd make some sense.

I did write 236 words tonight, not counting the story I posted earlier. That is a start again.

Good Fucking Grief

1. Harry Scalia and the Jack Bauer Defence
2. Indiana Thugs and the Gay Panic of Doom